This is how a virgin was raped.

I'm 26 this year, and I just lost my virginity an hour ago.

What? You don't believe a 26-year-old man is still a virgin?

Let me tell you, anything is possible.

It's not that I've never been in a relationship; I even held a girl's hand in college. I think I must have been reading poetry and

acting silly —all that talk about being a gentleman, treating others with courtesy and respect, it's all nonsense. Because of this nonsense,

I honed my virginity to level 26. Thankfully, on November 17th, 2005, at noon, I decided to say goodbye to my

virginity and start a new chapter in my life.

Unfortunately, I ended up in a brothel.

After graduating from university, she went to Fujian, and I stayed in Shanghai. From then on, we were worlds apart, perhaps never to see each other again.

We haven't met again, haven't contacted each other again; work has taken her place. Every day I numbly go to and from work,

work in a daze, and intermittently take the blame for that idiot supervisor. I thought I would get used to it all, but not long ago,

I overturned my supervisor's desk and punched him hard.

I woke up this morning and saw it was already 11 o'clock. I hurriedly got dressed and prepared to go to work,

only to realize as I stepped out the door that I had already quit my job three days ago. So I went downstairs to eat beef noodles instead. There are many foot

massage and hair salons in this area. Each salon has several women sitting

behind , like decorations in a transparent shop window. Everyone who passes by glances at them, intentionally or unintentionally.

Most of the women in the window are expressionless, but a few will nod at you, hinting with their eyes, making you think of provocation and temptation.

I cautiously avoided their gaze, feeling somewhat timid. I lingered outside their windows for an hour,

unable to muster the courage to go in, but my lower body gradually became hard. A virgin swaying back and forth on the roadside with an erection

is quite a ridiculous thing.

I was wavering, indecisive. I didn't even know what I was doing; I only knew that

a virgin inside me was saying goodbye.

Finally, I went into a hair salon. The room was warm, and the masseuse was of average appearance. I cautiously inquired about

the price: 50 yuan for a back massage.

I lay on the massage chair, the masseuse's hands tapping my legs. I didn't know how to start, so I obediently rested

my head on my hands, quietly staring at the ceiling, thinking that a massage like this wasn't bad, and her technique was quite good.

Finally the masseuse

couldn't resist any longer; her hands gently kneaded my inner thighs, and she whispered in my ear, "Would you like a massage here?"

At that moment, I felt a throbbing below, a surge of excitement. I asked about the price again and followed her

into the inner room. You might think what followed was an epic battle, but it wasn't

. I only felt excitement once throughout the entire process, the moment the masseuse touched me, a feeling of lightheadedness.

After that it was like falling from heaven to hell; my body grew increasingly tired, but my mind became increasingly clear.

The inner room was as simple as the outer room, a small bedroom divided into three small

cubicles . Each cubicle contained a small, narrow bed. The only difference was that the door could be closed here;

the woman said that no matter how loudly I screamed, no one outside would hear me.

She led me into a cubicle and insisted I bring condoms.

I watched her go out to get them, thinking, "Of course I need to. Even though I'm a virgin, I still

have ." A short while later, the woman returned with a condom and closed the door.

I leaned against the wall, watching her take off her underwear and lift her shirt, revealing a pair of fairly white breasts. The room was too

dimly lit to see clearly.

She sat on the small bed, unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my zipper. It was the first time since I became an adult that my penis had been exposed to

a stranger ; I was a little excited.

She skillfully put the condom on me, then spread her legs and made me lie on top. I held

onto her, but my attention was drawn to her pantyhose. They felt quite nice, with a large hole cut in the crotch.

Was this lingerie, or a work uniform she'd altered herself for easier access?

She waited for a while, and seeing that I didn't make a move, she looked at me suspiciously. I said embarrassedly, "This is my first

time with a prostitute, I don't know how to start."

The prostitute immediately said, "It's okay, I'll teach you."

Her flat reply disappointed me: "Damn, I'm a virgin, this is quite an adventure for you,

can't you be happier?" But then I thought, perhaps she's taken advantage of countless virgins.

In this era of scarcity and spiritual emptiness, virginity is the cheapest commodity.

As I was thinking this, I didn't notice the prostitute's hand moving downwards. I remained quiet, letting her do as she pleased, only feeling the coolness of her fingers

touching the area. Before I could even understand what was happening, she was already inside me.

I tried moving back and forth a couple of times, and was greatly disappointed. There was no tightness, no stimulating friction, no

excitement in my cerebral cortex, completely different from what I had imagined. I even asked her doubtfully, "Are you in?"

The woman let out two loud cries and said, "Yes, hurry up."

I touched her breasts, lowered my head to suckle, and was disappointed again; I really didn't

feel . Yes, now there was a woman beneath me who was practically naked, and I touched her entire body. But

strangely, I suddenly realized that she was just a woman; breasts were breasts, buttocks were buttocks, thighs

were thighs. But these things seemed to have nothing to do with sex. I even felt my penis starting to shrink.

"Damn, the bed is too low. I have to do a horse stance to maintain a frontal position; it's too tiring," I

said, trying to cover it up.

"Then I'll be on top," she immediately got off the bed and let me lie down. Up until now, I had only pulled all

my pants down halfway; I hadn't even taken off my clothes. Everything was too rushed; it seemed I hadn't gotten used to it yet.

I was still lost in thought when the woman straddled me, her hand struggling to slip under my clothes

to touch my nipples. She moaned professionally as she said, "Go ahead and scream, scream. No one can hear you

from outside ."

But as I squeezed her breast, I laughed. Suddenly, the embarrassment of my first time with a prostitute vandalized me, and I

lost all interest in continuing.

Seeing me laugh, the woman asked suspiciously, "What are you laughing at? Are you almost done? Everyone, cooperate!"

My inner self was already bursting with laughter. I finally understood what I was looking for: not the pleasure of ejaculation,

not the scent of a woman, not the feel of a woman's buttocks and breasts. I fucking wanted to pay money at a brothel to find a

woman to hold and sleep with, to have her care for me, to comfort me, to let me rest my head on her chest and

fall asleep peacefully. What a ridiculous idea.

And now, this woman riding on top of me, undeniably, was working diligently; every

movement met the standards of a prostitute. I knew she wanted me to reach orgasm quickly so she could collect her money

. After repeated urging, even I felt I should cooperate and finish the task as soon as possible. But things didn't go as planned; I went limp

and slipped out.

Perhaps what I was hoping for was a woman full of affection, at least a little shy, someone who would

go limp against me when I kissed her, someone who would become wet with passion when I touched her,

someone who would furrow her brow and let out suppressed moans when I entered her. I hoped we'd both

soak the sheets until they had to be washed.

But the reality was that I was raping a 26-year-old virgin with a woman, using lubricant from a condom. In

this pointless yet heinous affair, there were two perpetrators: I was the ringleader, and the accomplice was

the prostitute I'd paid 200 yuan for. The victim was quite stubborn, employing a seemingly passive but actually quite sharp form of resistance—non-violent

non-cooperation . In that instant, I thought of Gandhi, though I didn't understand what this had to do with him.

Seeing I'd gone limp, the prostitute got angry and said, "This won't do. Let's go outside, and I'll help you finish by hand.

" I said, "Let's do it here. Why outside?

" The prostitute said, "Someone else needs to use this place." I could tell she was getting impatient, and I'd lost

interest in sex myself, so I agreed. Before leaving, I peered between her legs. Although I'd seen plenty of porn,

I still wanted to see it for myself. In my mind, a woman's genitals should be pink and

turn black with prolonged use. At least that's the message some erotic novels and porn gave me. But in a forest, I

saw a completely different scene—not pink, not black, but white, like a piece of bread soaked in mutton soup.

Or perhaps more accurately, like a piece of pork injected with water. Then I looked down at my crotch. A drooping

head, hiding in a plastic cover, equally ugly.

??? I put my pants back on and followed the masseuse out. The moment I stepped outside, I felt a loss of security.

Although the massage booths outside had partitions, anyone could see you with just a peek. Actually, my worry was

unnecessary ; everyone who came here knew what this place was for. I lay back down on the massage chair.

??? The masseuse unzipped my pants again, but laughed. I snapped out of my daze and laughed too; I'd forgotten to take off the cover before coming out

. I don't think anyone has ever walked around like this, wearing three layers of thermal underwear (cover, underwear, and pants).

??? I sat up, wanting to tell her to stop, I'd still pay.

??? The masseuse grabbed my crotch and said, "You're more comfortable lying down."

It's said that once a man's penis is controlled, he loses the ability to resist, and I was no exception, obediently lying

down .

Just then, it sounded like someone came in.

The woman listened intently, as if she knew something. She smiled and asked if I wanted to find another woman. I

thought to myself, I'm already so uninterested in one, why would I need another? That's a waste of money. So I said no.

The woman continued, saying, "A threesome is more fun."

I understood what a threesome meant; it's not you playing with someone else, but someone else playing with you.

If four hands playing with you is a threesome, then eight hands playing with you is a foursome, and sixteen hands should be an eightsome

, right? It sounded interesting, but I didn't agree. Seeing that I didn't speak, the woman applied a little more pressure

and whispered in my ear, "She can make you happy with her mouth."

I reiterate here that I was a virgin just a few hours ago; the fact that my penis

started to proves to some extent that I was.

Before I could nod, the woman turned and called a woman named Xiaoyu in. This Xiaoyu

must be the same woman who had just returned.

She came in dressed casually in jeans, and my erection caught her off

guard; she instinctively flinched. Xiaoyu said she needed to change her skirt. The previous woman had already

bent down and was diligently wiping me with toilet paper. It was probably cheap toilet paper, and it stung. For some

reason , this Xiaoyu seemed less like a prostitute than the previous one.

Perhaps it was just my imagination.

When Xiaoyu sat down next to me, and I reached out to touch her, her thigh tightened, as if

rejecting my touch.

This small gesture made my illusion even stronger.

If I come again next time, I'll definitely choose Xiaoyu. Men come for prostitutes, but

prostitutes who seem too much like prostitutes aren't welcome. Sometimes men enjoy being deceived, knowing full well that the other party is in the sex trade, yet

still hoping to be with an innocent kitten. Xiaoyu possessed the

potential to satisfy this male mentality. Of course, this all hinges on the premise of a next time, which I think is highly unlikely. Because afterwards, I

remained depressed, not because I felt the money was wasted, but because of a different feeling. You see

, I had been planning to lose my virginity for some time. In a very impure way, I considered many methods:

For example, pursuing a female colleague at work, inviting her to movies and shopping, establishing a romantic relationship, and then living together.

Or seeking a one-night stand; for this, I visited chat rooms on major portal websites. These chat

rooms, often referred to as brothels, were filled with all sorts of pornographic information. Upon entering, women would immediately send me their QQ numbers, wanting to video chat with me.

Faced with such a raging flood, I retreated, because I had recently read some materials on cybercrime,

including cases of women posing as one-night stands to set traps for robbery and extortion.

What I thought about most was making a move on a woman who liked me; sleeping with her would have been so easy.

But I didn't do it; I was afraid of hurting her. Here I want to tell everyone that virgins are very kind; they wouldn't

deceive a woman's feelings.

Ultimately, however, I chose to go to a prostitute, intending for a quick and decisive encounter, leaving no loose

ends. The first prostitute was so professional, openly selling herself, yet I found it utterly uninteresting. One

minute after entering her, I transformed from a naive young man eager to lose his virginity into a more sophisticated one

. If only I had met Xiaoyu first! I touched Xiaoyu's breasts, carefully observing

her face.

This woman named Xiaoyu looked at me calmly and smiled. Strangely, I felt calm.

As for that first prostitute, I don't know her name; let's call her A.

My calm state of mind directly resulted in A's efforts between my legs being in vain.

In this dramatic rape, the plot took a turn; the perpetrator decided to abandon his evil ways and begin cooperating with the victim

's nonviolent non-cooperation.

A, seeing me as a sucker, brought Xiaoyu to earn more money through prostitution, only to have his mouth suffer instead.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but curl the corners of my mouth. Xiaoyu, who had been smiling at me, asked, "What are you laughing at?"

I said I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt like I was being raped, and that I was being paid to be raped.

Xiaoyu chuckled after hearing this, but A, who had been busy, wouldn't have it anymore. She looked up and said her mouth felt sore.

She an order and said, "Xiaoyu, rape him!" Xiaoyu obediently climbed on top of me, and I touched her calves,

feeling a little aroused. But A urged me from the side, "Cooperate, hurry up and come out."

Hearing her say that, the little bit of desire that had just ignited was instantly extinguished. I was worried that if A continued like this,

I would develop erectile dysfunction. Actually, at this point, not only was A anxious, but I was too. I wanted to leave a long time ago. I'm

not saying I'm very long-lasting, but I simply didn't feel anything. The disgust in my heart far outweighed the physical stimulation.

Gradually, my consciousness began to blur. My vision was filled with the faces of A and Xiaoyu, and my ears

were filled with A's incessant chatter. Looking back, it felt like I was asleep, but I was acutely aware that I was

staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Xiaoyu came down again, and A went back up. I suddenly felt the order was off, but since A didn't mind,

neither did I.

The stimulation finally reached its peak, but disappointingly, I ejaculated while only partially erect. A

walked away with a sigh of relief, and I heard the sound of running water; he must have gone to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

Xiaoyu tidied her clothes and started massaging me. I stared blankly at the ceiling again. Thinking about it, I started

chuckling to myself. I really don't understand what happened today.

Well, I've finally lost my virginity. There was no excitement, just a strange calm. The whole process

wasn't the wild outburst of life I had imagined; there wasn't even any pleasure. My first time was such a failure.

My worry is whether I'll contract a sexually transmitted disease. Before I decided to visit a prostitute, I

had already prepared the medical expenses to see a doctor. Nobody else is like me, right

? Finally, I made a decision. I've been reading the Bible these past few days, and if I don't get sick this time

, I'll find a church, join the Catholic Church, and from then on, devoutly share the Gospel with the world. Amen.

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